Crystal's One Night of Love
Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It
In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.
Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.
His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.
Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”
Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”
Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”
Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.
Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.
Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”
No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.
Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”
Henry’s eyes reddened.
He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.
The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.
An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.
Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.
He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.
On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.
His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.
Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.
He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!
Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.
Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”
Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.
He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”
Melora covered her mouth in shock.
It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.
Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”
Melora was crushed.
She knew she had been punching above her weight.
Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.
“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.
In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”
Melora had no choice.
She packed some clothes and followed Henry.
the stairs,
Henry with a hint of fear in his expression, but
am your uncle. Your mommy is here
relaxed, closing
he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat
silently slid into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell
“You’re afraid now?”
He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke.
long silence, he gently stepped
hour later, the car slowly pulled into the mansion’s grand
worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake.
the stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora
for a
sleep
Crystal nodded.
the staircase again,
arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny
soft, or the day had been too long,
before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her
and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as
heart soften at
Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after
aback, wore her
in a tender voice. “You must have figured out
more vulgar
said softly, “Don’t let the children
her a fierce glare, but times had
“Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited the room. “I had nothing
the tense look on
I’ll
agreed with a
Yet, when faced with the situations at home,
am I to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and
Melora to the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks
about to
wave of emotion washed over her
she reassured, “You should have come back sooner. Your brother is
called out in a
hair gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you need is in
Melora nodded.
prepare the snack. By the time everything was ready,
pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors were nearly
Crystal noticed.
remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat.
and
before, she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t
simply kept her
filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and now… I’ve nearly
she
past two years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying
Alfred had shared good times together. However, they were swept away
spot him in the newspaper. He was still the dignified and spirited.
youthful radiance. Moreover, the
said, “Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.” She could not promise
girl nodded
Crystal went to see Henry
heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall lamp
behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the brim, a clear
closed the door behind her, walked to the window, and cracked
“You’re smoking too much! Aren’t
her in
night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat on his lap, and tenderly embraced
cigarette
going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital
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